I am so fucked.
As he stopped kissing her, her small teeth bit into his lower lip in protest. He tried to push himself away. Really he did, but instead, his hands continued their course, back to her ass, cupping her through the silky material of her panties. Then he lifted her up.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered against her lips, waiting for her to come to her senses and push him away. Instead her legs clasped his hips, pressing her sex into him, rubbing up against him, and it felt so fucking good. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, urging her closer until he thought he might come right there, in his pants, and embarrass himself. Still, he couldn’t stop. She felt too damn good. Her hands were in his hair, holding his mouth to hers, but he needed more.
Just a little more.
Then he’d call a halt.
There was too much material between them. He needed her hot little pussy bare, needed to know if she was as turned on as he was.
He braced his legs, putting most of the weight on his good one, then pulled slightly away, breaking the kiss, and a mewl of protest escaped her. Turning her, he lowered her to the grass, coming down on one knee between her sprawled legs. The dress was still pushed up, the pale skin of her thighs gleamed in the dim light, and he could see the black silk of her panties. His mouth went dry and his cock pulsed, almost painful now.
Her eyes were half-closed, her lips slightly parted, her breasts rising and falling with her shallow breaths.
Last chance to back out, buddy.
He ignored the little voice and studied her for a moment. The dress tied at the waist, and he tugged on the knot at her side, every second waiting for her to object. She stared up at him, blinking, but remained silent, and he reached down slowly and parted the material. Beneath it she wore a black silk and lace bra and matching panties. Her breasts were full and her waist narrow above the curve of her hips, her skin flawless and creamy. He trailed a hand down over the swell of one breast, her breath catching as he scraped over the prominent nipple.
He rubbed it and her hips pushed upward. Then he lowered himself over her, bit down on the taut peak through the lace of her bra, and sucked hard.
She let out a gasp and he glanced up.
Her eyes were wide, startled. But he guessed she wasn’t going to do the sensible thing. Still, something made him give her one last chance. Because he’d passed sensible way back. Probably the moment their lips touched.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and held his breath because if she said no, he didn’t think he’d survive the disappointment.
He’d yearned for this feeling since he’d made that vow to get laid. Now it was here, the heat boiling inside him with her every touch. Hell, every time she looked at him.
She held his gaze then reached out a hand and trailed her fingers down over the bulge in his pants. Hell, yeah. He’d take that as a yes. Fire shot through him, sizzling along his nerves, heating his blood. His eyes closed for a second, he gritted his teeth then placed his hand over hers and tugged it away.
“Not a good idea, honey.” He was going to last all of about five seconds once he got inside her, which meant he had to make sure she came first. “Relax,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you.”
He trailed a finger down her flat stomach, then over the silk covering her mound, and between her thighs. He traced the seam of her sex through the silk and she shifted restlessly. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, and he studied her expression as his finger slid beneath the silk and pushed slowly inside.
Shit, she was so wet.
The knowledge that she was as aroused as he was, sent a shaft of heat down his cock, along his spine. He pressed his finger up inside her and her eyes drifted closed, her hips rising from the grass. He slipped his finger over her sex, found the swollen little nub of her clit, and stroked her gently. Her eyes flew open.
“You like?”
She opened her mouth, then closed it again and gave a nod.
After hooking a finger in the lace, he slowly slid the panties down over her legs, past the high heels, and she was bare for him to see. The curls between her thighs were dark in the low light. He lowered his head and blew lightly on them. Her thighs clamped closed, and he chuckled.
From her responses, he was guessing she wasn’t very experienced. And he loved that. Loved being the one to show her pleasure. He would have liked to spend more time exploring her body—he was unlikely to get another chance—but things were getting desperate, and he needed inside her soon, before he exploded.
Not going to happen.